What the hell is with the frenetic editing on this thing?
Odilon Redon David and Goliath (1875)
Max Blumenthal’s Goliath finds fascism in Israel, but overlooks the mask it’s hiding behind
There is a well-known genre in the art and literature of Israel-Palestine known as “Shoot and Cry” — a phrase which has expanded to describe a dimension of the Israeli psyche as well. Used by liberal apologists to describe the heavy heart with which Israeli soldiers take their task of managing an occupation over a large civilian population, and derisively by their critics, “Shoot and Cry” has become so established in the Israeli milieu that it is difficult to find a popular history of the conflict that doesn’t belong in this genre. The handful of books that don’t fit the mold are generally of a more openly terrifying bent: the ones who shoot and don’t cry.
In this sea of mediocre texts and thinly veiled hasbara [propaganda] vehicles for the Israeli state, Max Blumenthal’s Goliath is hardly recognizable. The latest fodder for debate on Israel-Palestine, Goliath is something of a phenomenon among its top-selling counterparts on the subject: an anti-Zionist (or non-Zionist?) book written in easily accessible language with a focus not on the extremists, but on mainstream Israeli society.
"When history cannot be written with a pen, it must be written with a gun"
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So last night this girl comes to my house around 11, knocks on my door, and when I answer, asks to use the phone. She is in her early 20s, I would guess and extremely thin. She says somethings about how she had to get away from the place she had been, how they were bullying her. I let her use the phone. I gather she is calling her mother, and I am totally unprepared for what comes next. Several minutes pass, suddenly I see police lights outside and there are cops knocking on my door. Apparently this girl’s mom had called the Philadelphia police, who in turn contacted my local police because this girl had escaped from Renfrew, which isn’t exactly a maximum security place as far as I know. Its not like its for criminally insane people, it’s a bunch of girls with anorexia and the like. So the police take her away, without handcuffs, to my surprise. And that was that. Good thing my house didn’t stink of pot or anything last night.
Quick essential reading for everyone.
I’m in a new band with some chaps who go by the names Peter and Keith. We are called Sex Provider. It is spooky and noisy and lot’s of fun. We had our first practice last night and recorded what amounts to a first album. And if I do say so myself, its pretty darn good. A bit much of the feedback on the first track, so you may want to turn your treble down on that one. If you don’t know how to turn your treble down, there should be a panel located behind your right ear, or your left if you were made in a European state. Just pop open the panel by pushing down on it. The pressure should release the mechanism inside, revealing several knobs. Find the one that says treble and turn it to the left. If this doesn’t do the trick, you may think about going in for maintenance, as your adjuster panel may be faulty.
Three of the tracks are a jam we did involving electronic sounds, guitar and bass. It is called “What Does Sex Provider Want with Dad?” and on the first two parts my dad plays special guest guitar - he leaves partway through Part 2.
The last two tracks are a couple of spooky tracks with lyrics like:
The throng, the throng / I knew it all along
Also the last song is a masterpiece titled Great Gray Hag about a terrible monster with that very name.
If you like the sound of that, then check this out:http://sexprovider.bandcamp.com/
Salad Fingers Number Ten. Ten minutes long and if I waited about 8 months it would be ten years since the first episode. Watch it.
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